gracious.
I feel like working two jobs may have been a bit of a mistake, evne if the second job really is only twenty hours. twenty hours in two days is a bit much. especially if you're working thirty five plus hours in the other five days at the other job. maybe I'm just a baby, but fifty five hour weeks with no day off sucks. it is nice to have a change of pace, like gerrish's, once in awhile. and it is a change of pace. there is no person to make sandwitches for me at the deli. and no person to prep veggies, or slice meat. or do anything. and there is no dishwasher at the deli, only me and my dexter's mom yellow gloves. ten hours at gerrish's is sort of like a day off. (see lauren psych herself into liking it!)
on friday amanda and patrick and I were cleaning up and goofing off at gerrish's when, at five fourty five the phone rings. and it's for ME! no! it's my mother, and she says, "lauren - your sister" and then chokes up, and can't say anything. else. and I'm freaking out because my sister is driving home from new york alone. well, kat is fine. mom is fine too. sort of. we just have to drive to wells to go and get her. she needs amanda to come too, so that she can drive kat's car home. okay. we've worked twenty one hours between us, but driving all the way to mile nineteen and back, that sounds PERFECT. so, we load up the car with panna water, some penny candy and chocolate covered espresso beans for my mom (I gave up caffine in march, remember?). We left by six thirty, had to finish cleaning up, and wait for mom to come get us. and just drove. and drove. eventually we hit the rain. and eventually, we hit wells. the second exit on the maine turnpike. it was probably eleven or eleven thirty. Kat really is okay - she's at the urgent care/hospital in wells chilling with the emt's, and we all load back up, refuel, have dinner when we reach portland (denny's at midnight thirty attracts the strangest crowds) and drive drive home.
the ride home with amanda is like burning. Kat's windshield wiper is broken. we have to stop and a cowboy pulls over to help us. really, hat, boots, funny shirt, big shiny belt buckel. amanda wants to know ALL about my relationships with everyone. ALL about them. ugh. that hurts. amanda tells me all about how nineteen year olds should be permiscuous. about how much she doesnt really want to be in a relationship (not in those words) about how charlie loves that she trusts her instrincts, goes with her gut, even if that means having a scandelous relationship with multiple people, and he'd even mean it if it meant her cheating on him. because he understands, she goes from her gut.I wanted to scream RUN at the top of my lungs to charlie when I got home. I was ill. I did tell her that it sounded to me like she need to not be in a relationship....who knows how she even took that.
and then amanda was tired. huh. no kidding. I am tired too. it IS two thirty five in the morning, and we have been in the car since six, and we HAVE both been working since seven and eight in the morning.
music will help!
not just music guys, but hanson. I listened to hanson. and it might just have saved my life. seriously, it woke her up. I wanted to spoon my brain out through my ears, but amanda, amanda was having a great time.
when we got home at four thirty, I took a shower and passed out until I had work at ten. until four thirty. then kat informed me that we were going to mama's boy with amanda! I wanted to cry.
and at dinner, I did. unfortunately. I just couldnt handle it. I was so disgusted with amanda. all made up and perfect. I was so icky and tired and wanted to die. I ran and talked to charlie about why kat and amanda were cracking up (my steak was cut different than my sister, proportions looked off?) and then ran to the bathroom and cried, but I dont think the waitress that was in there noticed? I hope not. anyways. eventually I just snapped at mandy and told her that not working at mama's boy wasnt the end of the world, that teh feeling left out, it never went away, but that if you didnt spend all your freaking time or money there it was REALLY OKAY.
mmm.
sunday I worked a full day at gerrish's and then saw a movie with twinny, which yall knew. and monday someone was sick, so I worked eleven hours at the deli. hmm. I'm tired.
and that's the adventure of my weekend.
in other news...
I got my mexico packing list/handbook. yay!
my sister has a shitton of cds that I get to rip onto this computer.
I finally got my dell desktop functioning again. it's literally like brand new, nothing on it yet at all. and the INTERNET WORKS. *claps* I am the winner at wiping my harddrive and reinstalling windows. its a tragic/scary process. but someone had to do it.
I feel sort of disconnected. I havent really felt like talking to anyone, but, at the same time, I'm feeling lonely. its hard. to be like, gosh, why dont I have any friends, and then realize I havent returned calls or cards or e-mails.
there are things that I hear about that make me feel out of the loop, but I guess its part of being out in the bumfuck middle of nowhere. right?
next week is camden's birthday. and hes coming, even though we're still trying to figure ourselves out.
I got bird pooped on at work monday.
tucker, the bosses son, hung out all day monday. and he fell asleep with his little bare feet dangling off a counter in the back kitchen during out lunch rush. he was up there eating his lunch, and said "I'm getting awfully tired guys" and next thing you know, he's completely out cold, right next to the big back dishpan and the on top of some paper towels. hes basically my favorite ever.
on friday amanda and patrick and I were cleaning up and goofing off at gerrish's when, at five fourty five the phone rings. and it's for ME! no! it's my mother, and she says, "lauren - your sister" and then chokes up, and can't say anything. else. and I'm freaking out because my sister is driving home from new york alone. well, kat is fine. mom is fine too. sort of. we just have to drive to wells to go and get her. she needs amanda to come too, so that she can drive kat's car home. okay. we've worked twenty one hours between us, but driving all the way to mile nineteen and back, that sounds PERFECT. so, we load up the car with panna water, some penny candy and chocolate covered espresso beans for my mom (I gave up caffine in march, remember?). We left by six thirty, had to finish cleaning up, and wait for mom to come get us. and just drove. and drove. eventually we hit the rain. and eventually, we hit wells. the second exit on the maine turnpike. it was probably eleven or eleven thirty. Kat really is okay - she's at the urgent care/hospital in wells chilling with the emt's, and we all load back up, refuel, have dinner when we reach portland (denny's at midnight thirty attracts the strangest crowds) and drive drive home.
the ride home with amanda is like burning. Kat's windshield wiper is broken. we have to stop and a cowboy pulls over to help us. really, hat, boots, funny shirt, big shiny belt buckel. amanda wants to know ALL about my relationships with everyone. ALL about them. ugh. that hurts. amanda tells me all about how nineteen year olds should be permiscuous. about how much she doesnt really want to be in a relationship (not in those words) about how charlie loves that she trusts her instrincts, goes with her gut, even if that means having a scandelous relationship with multiple people, and he'd even mean it if it meant her cheating on him. because he understands, she goes from her gut.I wanted to scream RUN at the top of my lungs to charlie when I got home. I was ill. I did tell her that it sounded to me like she need to not be in a relationship....who knows how she even took that.
and then amanda was tired. huh. no kidding. I am tired too. it IS two thirty five in the morning, and we have been in the car since six, and we HAVE both been working since seven and eight in the morning.
music will help!
not just music guys, but hanson. I listened to hanson. and it might just have saved my life. seriously, it woke her up. I wanted to spoon my brain out through my ears, but amanda, amanda was having a great time.
when we got home at four thirty, I took a shower and passed out until I had work at ten. until four thirty. then kat informed me that we were going to mama's boy with amanda! I wanted to cry.
and at dinner, I did. unfortunately. I just couldnt handle it. I was so disgusted with amanda. all made up and perfect. I was so icky and tired and wanted to die. I ran and talked to charlie about why kat and amanda were cracking up (my steak was cut different than my sister, proportions looked off?) and then ran to the bathroom and cried, but I dont think the waitress that was in there noticed? I hope not. anyways. eventually I just snapped at mandy and told her that not working at mama's boy wasnt the end of the world, that teh feeling left out, it never went away, but that if you didnt spend all your freaking time or money there it was REALLY OKAY.
mmm.
sunday I worked a full day at gerrish's and then saw a movie with twinny, which yall knew. and monday someone was sick, so I worked eleven hours at the deli. hmm. I'm tired.
and that's the adventure of my weekend.
in other news...
I got my mexico packing list/handbook. yay!
my sister has a shitton of cds that I get to rip onto this computer.
I finally got my dell desktop functioning again. it's literally like brand new, nothing on it yet at all. and the INTERNET WORKS. *claps* I am the winner at wiping my harddrive and reinstalling windows. its a tragic/scary process. but someone had to do it.
I feel sort of disconnected. I havent really felt like talking to anyone, but, at the same time, I'm feeling lonely. its hard. to be like, gosh, why dont I have any friends, and then realize I havent returned calls or cards or e-mails.
there are things that I hear about that make me feel out of the loop, but I guess its part of being out in the bumfuck middle of nowhere. right?
next week is camden's birthday. and hes coming, even though we're still trying to figure ourselves out.
I got bird pooped on at work monday.
tucker, the bosses son, hung out all day monday. and he fell asleep with his little bare feet dangling off a counter in the back kitchen during out lunch rush. he was up there eating his lunch, and said "I'm getting awfully tired guys" and next thing you know, he's completely out cold, right next to the big back dishpan and the on top of some paper towels. hes basically my favorite ever.